Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 98

The first to leave the party was Jude, who had simply had all the pleasure her body could take. Plus she’d had a long week and exhaustion had caught up with her.

There was a break in the action as everyone said goodbye to her. Carla walked her to the door and they gave each other pecks on the cheek. “I hope to see you again,” said Carla, and she meant it.

Jude smiled. “Well, first thing is I’m going to sleep for about 50 hours. But I’ll be in touch.”

Dylan left not long after; she’d gotten up super-early that morning and was wiped out. Annabel decided to get a head start on loading the dishwasher, and Katya sweetly volunteered to help her. That left Carla alone with Constance and Caprice.

Carla fixed a round of drinks and sat down to chat them up. She was very curious about the nature of their relationship, but didn’t feel like she could come right out and ask. So she started asking them general questions about themselves, hoping to get a feel for what the situation was.

At first they seemed hesitant to share information about themselves, but as the conversation went on they began to open up. Constance, in particular, seemed to welcome the opportunity to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge her. Eventually the story that began to emerge was this: Constance had been Caprice’s mother’s girlfriend for a couple years, about a decade previously. They had broken up and Caprice’s mother had gone back to dating men; Constance had been her only lesbian lover.

Then about a year ago Caprice’s mother had died suddenly of a heart condition, shortly after Caprice had graduated from college. Constance had attended the funeral, and the unspoken attraction that had long existed between the two of them had evolved into overwhelming pull that took them both by surprise. They’d been together ever since.

Caprice’s mother had been wealthy, and Caprice had inherited it all. As a result they lived quite well, though Constance worked only part-time as a graphic designer. But despite the fact that it was Caprice who had the money, Constance was unquestionably the dominant one in the relationship, and this arrangement suited them both perfectly.

When she went to the kitchen for ice, Carla was unsurprised to find that the dishwasher-loading had been paused while Annabel, on her knees, fucked Katya with a face dildo. Carla gave Katya a kiss on the forehead, got her ice, and left the room, motor revving and mind churning with ideas.

* * *

Carla offered to give Constance and Caprice a tour of the house, and they gladly accepted. Constance could tell from the look in Carla’s eyes that she had something in mind, and after this pleasant interval was more than ready for whatever it was.

The tour ended in Carla’s bedroom, where Carla said to Caprice, “This bed is super-comfortable. You should try it.” Caprice obliged, stretching out all of her limbs, closing her eyes, and sinking into the extra-soft mattress. She could sense movement in the room, and was only a little surprised to feel first her wrists, and then her ankles, being tied to the bed.

Keeping one eye on Constance to gauge her reaction, Carla lifted Caprice’s skirt and pulled down her top to reveal her breasts. They were quite large relative to her frame, so much so that you might almost think they were fake; but Carla could tell at a glance that they were 100% real. They shook like jelly with every little movement she made.

Carla fished a pair of nipple clamps out of her bedside table and snapped them on to Caprice’s tender pink nubs. Then she grabbed her pinwheel and began to stimulate the bound girl, starting at her feet and moving up.

Constance took a seat and watched contentedly as Carla slowly tortured her young lover. Caprice gazed up at Carla doe-eyed and submissive, looking impossibly beautiful as she writhed and moaned softly.

Finally Carla couldn’t wait another moment. She pulled off the clamps and began to suckle on Caprice’s magnificent boobs, stretching her mouth to take in as much as possible. After getting her fill, Carla began to move down. She spent a good long time kissing and nibbling Caprice’s baby-soft inner thighs before diving in — which she did with gusto, intoxicated by the scent and taste of the girl’s succulent pussy.

At this point Constance decided it was finally time to get involved. Walking over to the bed, she bent forward and penetrated Carla with her tongue. 

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Once the dishwasher was loaded, Katya decided that it was time for her to head home, and headed off in search of Carla to say goodnight. She found Carla ardently strap-on fucking the bound Caprice as Constance rode the younger woman’s face. Suddenly Katya had a new sense of energy, and she leaned in to lap at Caprice’s clit as Carla pounded away.

After awhile Annabel began to wonder where everyone had gone, then heard moaning from upstairs and went to investigate. Going up the stairs she passed Katya coming down; she had finally had her fill and was heading home. “Are you sure you’re OK to drive?” asked Annabel.

Katya smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Please, darling. I know my dosage. I’m a professional.”

Annabel giggled and they kissed each other goodbye. When Annabel got to Carla’s bedroom she found Caprice still tied to the bed, but Carla and Constance were sitting across the room, each holding a hose of Carla’s favorite hookah. A cloud of haze hung in the air.

“Where have you been?” Carla asked with a bit of an edge in her voice.

Annabel was taken aback by her tone. “I was... um... downstairs... I was....” Eventually she just trailed off. It had really been more of a rhetorical question, anyway.

In truth, Carla’s mind was spinning fast, trying to figure out what to do next. She knew that opportunities like this didn’t come around every day, and was determined to make the most of it. 

Suddenly she flashed back to the vision she’d had when they’d first seen Constance and Caprice in the restaurant. She would never have a better chance to make it a reality than she did right now.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 97

Everyone filled their plates buffet-style and they all went to the dining room, where they set about stuffing their faces with Carla’s delicious food. Everyone ended up going back for seconds, and some for thirds; the conversation got louder and louder as the wine flowed and the THC-infused pasta sauce began to take effect, and so no one heard the doorbell when it rang. Fortunately Annabel was on her way back from the bathroom at the time.

When she opened the door the faces she saw were familiar, but it took her a few seconds to place them — they were the two women Carla had talked to at the restaurant. The older one, who introduced herself as Constance, was fitted out like a dominatrix: black leather bustier and skirt, black gloves, and thigh-high spiked boots. In her hand she held one end of a chain, the other end of which was attached to the younger woman’s collar. “And this is Caprice,” she said.

Annabel looked Caprice up and down appreciatively; she’d looked beautiful in the restaurant, but today she was absolutely radiant. She was dressed all in white, with a midriff-bearing white fur crop top, an extremely short white leather skirt, and knee-length matching socks. All the white combined with her angelic face lent her a certain innocence, but hers was a body clearly made for sin.

In the dining room the meal was wrapping up, and Constance and Caprice had already eaten anyway; but Katya offered them cookies and Caprice, after looking to Constance for approval, happily gobbled one down. After that everyone adjourned to the deck to get ready for fireworks.

Unfortunately the fog had started to roll in while they ate, and by the time the sun was down the house was completely socked in. It became quite chilly and several people went inside to layer up; Carla allowed Annabel to put on an overcoat over her bikini. 

Arming herself with a snifter of brandy against the cold, Carla settled back in a deck chair, and Annabel snuggled in between her legs. In this weather the fireworks were more like patches of colored fog, but Carla enjoyed them anyway; it helped that she was as stoned as she’d ever been in her life.

As soon as the fireworks were over the group headed back inside for dessert. The mood of the party had shifted; as if by mutual agreement, all inhibitions were now shed. Carla, thinking it looked unlikely that Asha was going to show up, decided to go ahead and indulge herself. As soon as she finished her dessert, she made a beeline for Jude, who was sitting on the living room couch finishing her chocolate mousse.

Before she knew what hit her Jude was stretched out across the couch with Carla atop her in 69 position. Not that she minded; she was pretty high herself, and the Mighty Aphrodite was having its usual effect, making her horny beyond belief.

Kim, meanwhile, had explained her mission to Constance and Caprice, who were quite happy to help out. Constance let Caprice have the first turn, and sat with her legs crossed watching as Kim knelt and began to service her young lover.

Annabel found herself sandwiched between Katya and Dylan, her pussy burning with need as their hands explored her body. It took them a few minutes to figure out how to get the bikini off, but they eventually managed it. Kneeling to show her gratitude, Annabel lifted Dylan’s skirt only to find a big black strap-on staring her in the face. Shrugging, she started sucking it. A few seconds later Annabel gasped as Katya, who had now harnessed up as well, plunged into her from behind.

In the kitchen Monica had hoisted Courtney up onto the table and was licking mousse off her. Courtney writhed and moaned as Monica’s tongue roamed around licking up every last droplet of the sweet goo she’d put there.

When she finally looked up from between Jude’s legs, her face coated with juice and a stray brown pubic hair stuck to her chin, Carla saw Kim moving on from Caprice to Constance, who opened her legs and lifted her skirt. Kim took hold of her panties on either side and she lifted herself to wriggle out of them; she had the grace of a dancer. As Kim’s head moved down into her crotch, Constance tugged Caprice’s leash and gestured; Caprice obediently dropped to the floor and slid underneath Kim, and her face quickly disappeared into Kim’s wet pussy.

Carla climbed off Jude, who lay there panting with a crooked smile and a faraway look in her eyes, and went to the kitchen for a drink. Courtney and Monica were now 69ing on the table, and feeling mischievous, Carla found a wooden spatula and gave each girl a few swats on the rump. They giggled but not for a second did they stop feasting on each other; they were both close to coming and each was determined to make the other orgasm first.

For a few minutes Jude just lay sprawled across the couch, not feeling particularly inclined to move or do anything else. Carla had made maximum use of her talented tongue, and Jude’s whole body was still tingling with a delicious afterglow. But her eyes came to rest on the spectacle of Annabel getting pounded at both ends by Katya and Dylan and before long she started to feel a deep-seated itch that there was only one way to scratch. So she pulled herself up from the couch, walked over, and laid herself down on top of Annabel facing the opposite direction.

Dylan could see from the look in Jude’s eyes what she needed, so she obligingly pulled out of Annabel’s pussy and pushed the dildo into Jude’s mouth. It was thoroughly coated with Annabel’s juices, the taste and texture of which gave Jude a wonderfully depraved feeling. Katya followed suit, flexing her hips to withdraw her phallus from Annabel’s mouth, then driving it home into Jude’s cunt with resounding force.

Annabel felt momentarily empty and frustrated, but she’d had her fun — and with Jude’s whole weight on her, she couldn’t go anywhere, so she decided to make the best of it and be helpful. She extended her tongue and touched it to Jude’s clit, and immediately felt the vibration of an orgasm above her — the first of many that Jude would have in the next few minutes.

By the time Carla came back into the room, Jude had climbed off and staggered back to the couch, where she collapsed in a sodden, spent heap. Katya had resumed fucking Annabel, while Dylan had taken off her strap-on and was now sitting on Annabel’s face. The sight of Dylan’s gorgeous red bush stirred something in Carla, as it always did, so she took a couple steps forward and stood over Annabel with her crotch directly as Dylan’s eye level. Dylan took the hint and nuzzled her nose into Carla’s pubic hair before beginning to lick, first Carla’s inner thighs and then her pussy.

Across the room, Kim and Caprice were now 69ing on the floor as Constance looked on, cradling a drink in one hand and fingering herself with the other. Carla grinned at the sight; apparently Caprice’s pussy had been so delicious that Kim just had to go back for seconds. She hoped to sample it herself before the night was through.

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After awhile the party adjourned onto the deck, and not too long after Monica and Courtney realized they had made a mistake. The sun was blazing and it was just too hot for their costumes; they were both pouring sweat under their leather.

Monica explained the situation to Carla and asked if there was anything they could change into. Carla said sure and pointed them inside. As she followed them, enjoying the way they moved in their form-fitting outfits, she realized that this was an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy; some of her favorite videos featured superheroines in bondage. In a split second her mind was off and racing, all other considerations forgotten.

“Wait here,” she said abruptly, and strode quickly back onto the deck. She returned a moment later leading Annabel by the arm, and the two of them swept by and up the stairs.

As they walked Carla explained to Annabel what she had in mind, and after a couple minutes they returned with hands full of equipment. Monica and Courtney were facing away from them, toward the window, and didn’t hear a thing as Carla and Annabel crept up behind them. Suddenly they felt their hands being pulled behind their backs and cuffed.

As they turned around comprehension dawned in their eyes, and since they weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea, neither of them put up much of a struggle. But as Carla fastened a ball gag across Monica’s mouth, Courtney whined, “Why would Wonder Woman be capturing Batgirl? Aren’t they both good guys?”

Carla sighed. “Maybe’s she’s been naughty. Catwoman was always a bad influence on her, you know.” Remembering that she was in charge here, Carla snapped, “You ask too many questions,” and silenced Courtney with a gag of her own.

Annabel and Carla led the two bound girls to the bedroom, where Carla bent them both onto the bed, faces on the comforter and asses in the air. She took a minute to savor the view — leather stretched tight across two shapely rumps — knowing that these two beautiful supergirls were hers for the taking. The feeling never got old.

Carla found her favorite cane and gave each girl a few whacks on the ass. But as great at they looked in their costumes, it was no good, the leather was too thick. She needed to spank their bare bottoms.

Getting them out of the skintight leather took a while, but with Annabel’s help Carla was able to accomplish it. This process required letting them out of the handcuffs, so Carla took this opportunity to bind their wrists in front of them with cord, then tie them to the head of the bed. When she was done two wiggling derrieres, one white and one brown, presented themselves to her.

As Carla resumed punishing the captives Annabel looked on, feeling a little jealous. A good spanking sounded really nice just then.

After warming both asses Carla dropped the cane and slid her hands between the girls’ legs. They were satisfyingly wet and sticky, and she leaned down for a quick taste of each, then stood up licking her lips. Delicious as they were, she decided that this part was going to have to wait; suddenly Carla’s own pussy was on fire.

She wriggled out of her costume as quickly as she could — it seemed worth taking the time at this point. Then she climbed up onto the bed, opened her legs, and presented Courtney with a fait accompli in the form of her glistening snatch.

As soon as Carla whipped off her gag, Courtney did not hesitate to get right to work. Annabel would have hopped up next to her and presented her pussy to Monica, but it there was no way for her to get the bikini bottom off by herself — it was like a chastity belt. It appeared that her own pleasure was not on the immediate agenda, so she contented herself with bending down between Monica’s legs and feasting on the black girl’s wet, hot cunt.

* * *

When Carla and Annabel returned downstairs they found Jude, the waitress, with Kim’s head clamped between her naked thighs. She had come dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, and her white blouse hung open, revealing a pair of smallish but perfectly shaped breasts; her plaid skirt was bunched up around her waist; and her white cotton panties lay on the floor next to Kim.

Jude had arrived about a half-hour previously, fired up and ready to cut loose. She had been working double shifts all week and was in the mood to party. It quickly became clear that she’d come to the right place — she’d barely had time to introduce herself before Katya had smoked her out, Dylan had brought her a shot and a beer, and both of them had told her about Kim’s intent to lick every pussy at the party.

Jude raised an eyebrow at this, surprised but not shocked. She’d had an inkling of what kind of party this might be; she just hadn’t expected it to happen so fast. But she didn’t take long to think about it — Kim was cute and she was ready for fun. Kim, for her part, had pretty much forgotten that pleasuring everyone hadn’t been her idea in the first place; it seemed to her a noble and worthwhile goal.

Carla smiled at the sight and said hi to Jude, who blushed a little but made no move to change her situation. It was just starting to get good, and she sipped her beer as Kim’s tongue wiggled around inside her.

After a few minutes Courtney appeared, now dressed in Annabel’s cheerleader outfit, followed by Monica — who hadn’t been able to find anything to wear, so had put on Carla’s tiniest G-string, a pair of pasties that Carla had bought as a joke a few months before, and a simple mask over her eyes. It wasn’t much of a costume, but it was unlikely anyone would care.

Carla went to the kitchen for a glass of wine and when she returned to the living room Jude, who was now laying back with her eyes closed, was crying out as Kim sucked on her clit. Jude spasmed violently, legs waving in the air, then lay still. Kim lifted her head from Jude’s crotch, revealing a thick, gorgeous brown bush. Carla was tempted to go rub her nose in it; but there would be plenty of time for that. At the moment, other appetites were foremost in her mind.

Breaking the silence, Carla asked rhetorically, “Who’s hungry?”

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The first arrival was Katya, who was carrying a big tray of cookies and a riding crop. She was dressed as Bettie Page, in a leopard print dress with a short, ragged skirt, and had even dyed her hair black for verisimilitude. She and Carla went into the living room, where Katya sat the cookies down on the coffee table.

“Are those...?” Carla asked.

Katya nodded. “Loaded with Aphrodite. Be careful, though. These are no joke.” Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a ziploc bag stuffed with purplish-green buds. “And I just got this from my guy on the way over. A brand-new strain, doesn’t even have a name yet. He says it’s even better.”

“Well then,” said Carla. She grabbed her bong and they adjourned to the back deck, where she loaded the bowl with the sticky, skunky weed. A minute later they were both pleasantly stoned, gazing out quietly at the serene ocean before them.

Carla found her eyes irresistibly drawn to Katya, who looked exquisite reclining there, like some kind of debauched royalty. Her skirt had ridden up to reveal a hint of her pubes — also dyed black for the occasion, it appeared. Carla smiled to herself; she appreciated that kind of attention to detail. She was sorely tempted to kneel down and rub her face in that lovely bush for a while. But she wanted to pace herself, and anyway she had something bigger in mind.

“Listen,” she said, “I don’t want to be a buzzkill, but could you do me a favor?”

“Shoot,” answered Katya.

“I want this to be a fun party, but I’d like to keep it, um, clean for awhile. That yoga teacher, Asha, is coming, and I don’t know what her deal is yet. I don’t want her to walk in on an orgy and freak out.”

“I’ll do what I can,” said Katya. Carla nodded. That wasn’t a promise, exactly, and Carla knew to take it with a grain of salt; resisting temptation was one thing Katya had never been good at. Carla decided not to worry. It seemed like such a perfect day, she felt confident things would work out as they should.

Returning to the living room they walked past Annabel bent over the stove. Katya patted her on the rump and winked. “Hello, machekha,” she said. “How are you today?”

Blushing slightly, Annabel smiled back at her. “I’m great,” she chirped, surprised at how her nipples and pussy had sprung to life from such a simple touch. She felt momentarily weak in the knees, bracing herself against the stove, wondering what the evening might have in store.

In the living room they found Kim, who had let herself in when no one answered her knock. She was a little drunk, maybe more than a little, and had forgotten there was a doorbell. Walking into the living room she had stood for a minute teetering on her high heels, wondering where everybody was. Then her eyes alighted on the cookies on the table, and suddenly she had remembered that nothing had gone down her throat all day but liquids.

* * *

Carla looked Kim up and down; she looked a little disheveled, but absolutely smoking hot. Her “sexy nurse” outfit was not terribly imaginative, but highly effective. With her plump boobs lavishly displayed and her fuck-me pumps practically forcing her ass up out of her skirt, she looked like an expensive whore who would be worth every penny.

There was something smeared on Kim’s lower lip, and after a second Carla realized it was chocolate. Then she noticed that the plastic wrap covering the cookies had been pulled aside and there were crumbs on the floor.

“Um, how many of those did you eat?” asked Carla

“Three,” answered Kim. “I was hungry. Why?”

Carla and Katya exchanged a look, and Carla shrugged. “No reason. You’ll be fine, I’m sure.” She knew that Kim was a lightweight, but there was no sense making her paranoid. “Maybe don’t eat any more, though.” With that Carla leaned down and kissed her, gently sucking the sweet chocolate off her lip. “Mmmm,” she purred, feeling her self-control weaken by the second.

* * *

Carla went to the kitchen to check on progress, and when she returned a couple minutes later, Kim was on her knees between Katya’s legs. She had been very, very hungry, for more than just food.

Seeing Carla, Katya shrugged as if to say, What could I do? Kim had just dropped to her knees, lifted Katya’s skirt, and helped herself. There had been no time to stop her, and to be honest Katya didn’t really want to.

Carla sighed and fixed herself a drink. Girls will be girls, she told herself. She stood for a minute watching as Kim ran her tongue along Katya’s furrow, then stuck it deep inside. Carla felt a twitch between her legs and decided it might be a good idea to have a quick little cum before anyone else arrived. It would calm her down and put her in more of a patient mood.

Heading to the kitchen, Carla grasped Annabel by the collar and led her over to the table. There Carla sat down and pulled Annabel down onto her knees. The Wonder Woman costume had been a little tricky to get into so Carla decided to keep it on, just pulling aside the crotch so Annabel could service her. Annabel obediently got to work, hooking a finger into Carla’s pussy and licking around it.

After a few minutes Carla had a nice, slow-burning orgasm and sat back in the chair, sipping her drink. Just then the doorbell rang and Carla sent Annabel to answer it. At the door was Dylan in a pirate costume, a ruffled red blouse and short frilly black skirt. With a wide triangular hat and sword in a scabbard, she looked every bit the imperious buccaneer.

Carla appeared and took Dylan to the living room, where Katya was climaxing loudly with Kim’s head clasped between her thighs. After a few seconds Katya opened her legs to release Kim, who sat back gasping for air.

“Well,” said Dylan archly. “So it’s going to be that kind of party, is it?”

Carla smirked and though for a moment. So much for her ideas of decorum. Well, she might as well be an accommodating hostess. That was important, wasn’t it? The look in Dylan’s eyes said she was ready for action; she wasn’t the kind of girl who needed a lot of preliminaries first.

“Dylan, this is Kim.” Kim looked up at Dylan and her juice-coated lips curled into a big smile.“Kim told me she was going to eat out every guest at this party,” Carla improvised. “And you wouldn’t want to make her a liar, would you?”

Dylan grinned wickedly. “No, certainly not. That would be rude, wouldn’t it?”

Without further ado Dylan plopped down on the couch, lifted her skirt, and slid off her panties to reveal her glorious flaming bush. Kim obligingly knee-walked over to Dylan, who lifted her chin and kissed her firmly on the mouth. “Nice to meet you,” said Dylan, and guided Kim’s head down between her legs.

“What can we get you?” asked Carla.

“A beer would be nice,” her last word muffled by an intake of breath as Kim’s tongue traced along her inner thigh.

Carla sent Annabel to the kitchen and she returned with a beer for Dylan and a glass of cold vodka for Katya, who sipped with one hand as she picked up her riding crop with the other. There was a whoosh of air and a loud crack as the crop landed on Kim’s derriere. Kim looked back over her shoulder, with a pout and an inquiring look. “Sluts like you need to be punished, don’t they?” explained Katya. “But don’t stop.”

Kim returned her attention to Dylan’s crotch, and Katya continued to playfully spank her as she pleasured the redhead. Carla and Annabel went back to the kitchen, but not before Carla grabbed a cookie from the tray.

* * *

When Carla returned Kim had finally come up for air and was sitting there with a goofy smile on her face. Carla could tell that she was already quite high, and she was only going to get higher. Hopefully she’d be OK; Carla resolved to keep an eye on her.

A few minutes later Monica and Courtney arrived dressed as Catwoman and Batgirl. And these were not chintzy kids’ costumes, but high-quality, form-fitting leather. Carla whistled at them appreciatively. The sight of them gave her ideas, but there was time, there was plenty of time.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 94

Annabel disappeared briefly and returned carrying a couple glasses of water, one of which she handed to Lissa, who was leaning back against the headboard looking dazed. She had never in her life experienced anything like what she’d just been through — it had been wonderful and amazing, but her mind was kind of blown.

Looking over at Carla, who was reclining in her chair looking gorgeous and imperious, Lissa knew that she owed a debt that she badly wanted to repay in some way. Like Annabel, she had been raised with a very Midwestern sense of fairness. So after taking a couple minutes to rehydrate and pull herself together, she walked over to where Carla was and dropped to her knees.

Carla opened her legs, releasing a waft of female arousal that made Lissa’s nostrils flare. Lissa licked her lips and leaned forward, inhaling a deep lungful of that heady smell. Truth be told, though Lissa had known she was a lesbian since she was very young, she’d only had a few lovers in her life. Every new pussy was very special to her, almost holy. She planted a kiss on Carla’s bush, then gently licked each soft inner thigh before extending her tongue for a first tentative taste.

It went straight to her head. She began to lick Carla eagerly, almost ferociously, taking Carla by surprise. She stuck her tongue deep inside, drinking deep of Carla’s delicious nectar. Carla adjusted her position, bracing one hand against Lissa’s shoulder as she fucked the other girl’s face.

Annabel sat on the edge of the bed and began to touch herself as she looked on. Lissa was not, she thought, the most skilled pussy-licker she’d ever seen; she felt her own technique was superior. But Lissa had a passion and a sincerity that seemed to make Carla happy, and Annabel derived a lot of pleasure from seeing it.

Although she was somewhat clumsy in her approach, Lissa managed to make Carla come a couple of times. It was enjoyable and appreciated, but Carla still felt she wanted more; she needed something inside her. So she stretched herself out on the bed and had Annabel fuck her with a face dildo while Lissa sat on her face; that did the trick. When she’d climaxed a few times this way, she felt pleasantly drowsy, and at her urging the three of them called it a night soon after.

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In the morning Carla and Annabel drove Lissa to the bus station. The goodbye was surprisingly sentimental, given that they had known each other less than 48 hours. Lissa gave serious thought to not leaving, and Carla thought about asking her to stay; but both of them had a sense that their incredible day together had been one of a kind, and that it would be better to leave it that way, and have something special to remember.

As for Annabel, she of course would have gone along with whatever Carla decided. But though she liked Lissa and had enjoyed the time they’d spent together, she didn’t care for the idea of having to share Carla full-time. Sexual adventures were one thing, but having a third person live with them would have been another.

From the bus station they headed straight for the grocery store. It was now the 3rd of July, and there was a lot of preparation to be done for the party the next day. Carla intended to make a real feast, including home-baked bread.

All the rest of that day and the much of the next was devoted to cooking, with Carla running the show and Annabel serving as sous chef. By 4 P.M. on the 4th everything was set and they were in costume waiting for guests to arrive.

Carla was both excited and nervous. There was always a moment right at the start of a party where she felt certain it was going to be a disaster — no one was going to show up, or the food would be bad, or the guests wouldn’t get along. But it was almost part of the ritual now to have this moment of panic.

She sipped a glass of wine to calm herself as she checked the two pots of pasta sauce she had simmering on the stove. One was just regular sauce, but the olive oil in the other one had been infused with a generous amount of the Mighty Aphrodite she’d gotten from Katya. You couldn’t taste anything different in the sauce, though, so Carla decided it would be a good idea to give people some way to tell them apart.

After thinking about it for a minute, she went to the computer and printed out two copies of a marijuana-leaf symbol. She drew a circle through one and put a line through it, then taped the two pages near the appropriate pots.

Bread was baking in the oven, and that combined with the sauce filled the kitchen with an absolutely delicious aroma. Several bottles of good wine were aerating on the kitchen table, hors d’oeuvres were waiting in the dining room, and on the whole everything was as ready as it could be.

Annabel was arranging chairs on the back deck, and for a minute Carla stood watching her, enjoying the way she moved in the metallic bikini. Carla had been so focused on party prep that she’d engaged in no sexual activity of any kind for almost two whole days — a rarity for her. Her pussy was all atingle, and she gave serious thought to going out there and having her way with Annabel right at that moment — but then the doorbell was ringing.

She went to answer it but stopped on the way to check herself in a mirror. She made a good Wonder Woman, she thought. The headdress looked a little silly, but the costume hugged her curves beautifully and the thigh-high boots were sexy as hell. The wrist cuffs made for a nice BDSM-ish accessory.

Carla adjusted her boobs and turned toward the door just as the doorbell sounded again. At that moment Annabel appeared, heading toward the door, so Carla decided to let her answer it. As she passed their eyes met and Carla smiled. “Showtime.”

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